My children have gone from 6/9 when it started to 9/12 and I suspect that that natural progression has been disrupted.
This time 3 years ago DS1 got his ASD diagnosis so spent winter 19/20 adjusting to that before being plunged into lockdown. Summer/ autumn 2020, I put a lot of effort into keeping going. If it was open/ viable we did it. The deeper damage was done with the uncertainty of the tiers in Autumn 2020 and the schools closing in January 2021 snapped something in me. I'd already failed at home learning for 4 months and had to do it all over again. Educational specialists for both DS1 and DS2 have confirmed that it was not in the least surprising that it was a hiding to nothing.
I spent much of 2021 in an inert state of depression, and my life didn't have much its proper shape and structure back until September 2021. Until that point it was fragments that had been turned on and off repeatedly or significantly distorted.
There's been so many frustrating curveballs in the past year. Some, literally Covid (which wrote off last Christmas), some other entirely seperate health issues, 4 bereavements including 3 family, one of which was an untimely shocker. I still struggle to make plans and anticipate events because I no longer believe they will happen in the face of so, so many last minute disappointments.
So many people I know are just ground down in survival mode for so many reasons, and no one has the spark left to rekindle the flame.
I now hate school holidays because it takes me back to lockdown and having to chivvy the family along on an empty tank. We now hate parks because that's all we were allowed for so long; to some extent it is probably my children growing up but there is that association there too. I was stuck in a rut for so long and it's hard finding the creativity to get out of it. There will be things that we used to do that we've just forgotten about because of Covid restriction logistics. DS and I have also been hindered by overuse injuries ironically triggered by Covid restrictions and their disruption to consistant participation in sport.
My children have grown up as they would anyway but I suddenly find myself thinking that I don't really know what to do about things like Christmas because it's been a 3 year jump since we've been able to have a normal one. That's ⅓ and ¼ of my children's lives!
This time last year was still very far from normal even though there were few legal restrictions; organisations were just very reluctant to attempt business as usual.
I've also become more insular. Going through so long being denied company beyond my household for most of a year, and having family and friends retreat more than was necessary for so long has fractured relationships. I don't have much interesting social chatter anymore anyway, 2022 can be summed up by the words illness and death to the point where it's farcial. I've been to A&E more than I've visited family!
I hope I can find myself again. I miss me.
I used to be a glass half full person but it feels like the glass is cracked and I can't keep it half full.